Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 145

**Chapter 145: How Do You Win?**

The air was thick with a tantalizing aroma that wafted through the gathering, drawing everyone closer like moths to a flame.

Just moments before, skepticism had reigned supreme—this peculiar dish was deemed inedible by most.

But now, as the succulent scent enveloped them, their minds shifted. All they craved was meat, and there was no turning back.

**Finished**

The delicate slices of winged serpent only required a swift sear on each side to transform into golden morsels, sizzling with oil and spices that danced in the air.

Sylvara, with a fork in hand, deftly picked up a piece, blew gently on it to cool it down, and took a bite. The moment her teeth sank into the crispy exterior, her eyes sparkled with delight. The contrast of the crunch and the tender meat inside was nothing short of divine.

Once she swallowed, she glanced around at the eager faces watching her. “What are you all staring at?” she exclaimed, her voice playful yet firm. “Are you waiting for me to cook every single piece? Get in here and help yourselves!”

As if her words were a trigger, a rush of bodies surged forward, each person vying for a spot at the grill.

Even with a large grill, the sheer number of thirty-five men meant that someone was bound to get pushed aside.

They jostled and nudged each other, a chaotic but joyful scene. Fortunately, the meat was thin and already seasoned, requiring only a quick brush of oil, a flip, and then straight to their hungry mouths.

Amidst the frenzy, Sylvara took two pieces of meat and playfully shoved them into Veyric’s mouth. “Here you go. Eat up!”

He mumbled something through a mouthful, his eyes widening in surprise. “This tastes amazing!”

“Then don’t waste time! Dig in!” Sylvara encouraged, stepping aside to let him take her place.

Veyric wasted no time, diving into the fray with abandon. He didn’t care that these were the soldiers of his idol or that some were his seniors; when it came to food, hierarchy vanished.

To a hungry man, there was no such thing as seniority—only the primal urge to eat.

A single basin of serpent meat was hardly enough for thirty-five ravenous men, and the absence of Agares loomed large in Sylvara’s mind.

With a swift motion, she retrieved foil from her spatial button, carefully wrapping the marinated fish and setting it aside to avoid blocking anyone.

Next, she unveiled the colossal serpent wings, each cut as thick as an arm, instructing them to wait until both sides turned a perfect golden brown before indulging.

Just then, Agares emerged from the woods, his eyes falling upon the scene of his team huddled around the fire, their faces glistening with oil, each man fighting for a spot at the grill.

His gaze landed on Sylvara, who appeared diminutive in her oversized combat uniform, expertly slicing the meat into thin strips and depositing them into the basin.

A frown creased his brow as he approached her, extending a spatial button toward her. “Ms. Feywin, everything you requested is inside.”

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